Cruisin? down the street in my 64   (Mike Jones!)   Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe   Went to the park to get the scoop   Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my   (Mike Jones Jones Jones)   Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go      Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low   Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's   I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low   I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor      I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro   The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor   I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro   I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show      First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it   I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it   First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it   I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it      First I lean, then I rock   (Mike Jones!)   First I lean, then I rock   I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it   I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it      Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my   (Bun B)   Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go      It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors   Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's   But I got love for the West Coast, all day   So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows      Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car   Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar   In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go   With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know      That I get love from the B's, love from the C's   Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's   Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!?   When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One      You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena   Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina   I?m Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun   Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room      When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my   (Snoop Dogg)   Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go      An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini   With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis   Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin?   Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin?      Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I?m sippin?   As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age   Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone   An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone      Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows   An? real car club members bang they low doors   And take photos, see everything is fine   I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59      I love my car like I love my wife   See low ridin? ain?t a sport it?s a way of life   On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though   If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my   Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch      Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man   Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life   It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me      You gotta put the fresh paint on it   You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise   That?s the tires, you understand me   You gotta put the chrome on it   A little gold on it, you understand me   It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?      An' you gotta drop the top   You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker   You definitely got to have a beat   And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak   You know what I'm sayin'   One of the side, two on the b-sack   That's how it's gotta go down man   That?s real lowridin?, you understand me      From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man   We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'   We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while   While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style   You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch      Cruisin? down the street in my 64   Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch   Cruisin? down the street in my   Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go